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A land of Snow and Ice(FB)

When the dark one suggests as your payment, you take a trip to a far-off land, one rarely(try never) passes up the option.  So when, after Jefferson had passes off the new queen to Rumple's apprenticeship, he suggested Jefferson take as payment a trip to a lovely land called Arrendale, he quickly jumped at the chance.  After all, Rumple had assured him the land was quite lovely this time of year, flowers in bloom and sun shining high.  He eagerness to go had absolutely nothjing to do with Rumple's sly mention of the ice business being part of their trade.  Ok, it might have had something to do with the possibility of adding to his already soring portal jumping business, but Jefferson wasn't going to tell him this.

So when Jefferson passed through the ice door expecting sunshine and warmth, he was in fact slapped in the face with a veritable berg of ice.  Nevermind the part where he imediately began sliding on the ice itself, struggling to keep his balance while simultaneously shivering from the unexpected cold.  His feet managed to go every which way but the one he desired, until finally he tumbled into a young lady sending them both to the ground with an "Eep" and thud.

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(Flashback) Cursed Storybrooke-The Hatter and the Liar

He had been amazed.  He had been in complete and utter shock, that the plan the 'other' version of himself-the hatter, though he loathed the word, had come up with had worked.  The queen and sheriff were both secure, and to a degree he was sure they couldn't get out of.  All he need to do, was prepare the supplies for when his sleeping beauties woke up.  He was reaching for the nearby shears when the ringing of his doorbell startled him.  He approached it warily, knowing only one other person who  seemed free to acknowledge the curse.  He pulled the door open with a large grin.

:Good evening."'

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The Rabbitt Hole

The silence of the large mansion was disconcerting.  Grace was off spending time with the family who'd spent 28 years believing she was their daughter, though he'd retained custody of her, she still had a desire to spend time with the people she'd thought were her parents.  He tried not to let her see  the wound it created within him, though he was unsure how successful he'd been.  And so he was alone  within the house, it's vaulted ceilings and large bay windows somehow seemed oppressive.  He fled the home he'd had for over 28 years, going to town, to the only place the residents of this place seemed to find themselves.  Settling himself in at the bar, he ordered a drink, downing it in one swallow before ordering another.

The air stirred next to him as he found himself joined at the bar.  He turned to see the pirate, formerly Killian Jones, now Captain Hook sitting next to him. He'd seen the other man around, rumor had it he was 'involved' with the savior, but Jefferson never had been one to rely strictly on that.

"Captain Hook, what brings you into town, tonight?  Doing a rum run, are we?"  Jefferson asked the other man as the bartender handed his drink to him.

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Already Gone

When the momentary shock and horror of a new looming curse finally wore off, Jefferson found himself materializing from the smoke clothed as he would have been in the enchanted forest, his hair the shaggy cut he'd had back then.  He was surrounded by wood, his house gone, his hate gone, His Grace . . . gone.  A quick circle of the woods surrounding him confirmed his worst fears.  Grace . . .  his Grace . . . was gone.  Again.

"No, . . .  no, no, no, not again.  Grace!"  Jefferson called into the silent woods as an almost hysterical sense of horror filled him.  She'd been right there, smiling back at him from the table, watching him create a hat just for her.  And then . . . gone.   Lost to him . . . . again.

"Grace!?!"  Jefferson screamed her name again, and again.  He screamed till his voice grew hoarse . . . and on until his voice was lost completely.  He fell to his knees then fighting still to call for her, to will her back to him by sheer force of will.  He failed her . . . again.

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Belated bachelor's party for Two

In all the time Jefferson had spent, in all the lands he had seen, he'd never quite felt the need to shackle himself to one particular woman, much less attempt it seperately with three.  The closest he had come hto that point had been Grace's mother, but that in and of itself was a sore spot with him, even all these years later.  So he could confess some surprise at the sight greeting him one Storybrooke night, when his telescope found the dark one himself getting hitched . . . again.  Thought the fact that it was Belle, and true love for them both, were point in their favor, even if he was slightly mifed at being left out of the ceremony itself.  He could see why they chose to keep it small, all things considering.

But Jefferson, being theman he was and friends with them both (after all he had orchestrated their reunion albneit partially for his own gain), he thought it fitting to offer his congratulations to his friend for finally taking that leap of faith where the lady was concerned.  Naturally, he waited several days before approaching the man who he found in his shop of all places.

"I see you finally decided to take the plunge off the marriage cliff again, old friend."  Jefferson said as he entered the shop, plopping a bottle of whiskey down on the counter.  He offered the other man a pout.  "The old man gets an invite but not me, eh."

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Reunions Most awkward

Grace was spending time with her mother which left Jefferson both concerned and bored.  The combination was never good where he was concerned though so he'd taken to exploring the Enchanted forest on his own.  Although where he wandered, mischief was sure to follow, it couldn't be helped.  At the current moment however, his thoughts were on Grace and these new . . . quarters they'd found with his daughter's errant mother.  They'd developed a tentative truce, the two of them, owed entirely to Grace and her needs of them both.  That didn't mean he had to like any of it though.

As he wandered into a clearing by a small river he noticed, a cloaked woman by a stream, the marking on her horse indicating royalty, though he would've known by the assured way she held herself that she was one.  Of course, he'd never bothered to learn the coats of arms as there didn't seem much point, it was when she turned, that he recognized her.  And remembered the last time they'd interacted he'd been busy attacking her daught when she kicked him out a window.  Awkward, very awkward indeed, Jefferson thought as he cleared his throat.

"Hello, Queen Snow.   It's been a long time."  Jefferson said even as he kept a slight distance from the royal

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Revealing corruption

Jefferson had spotted the weeping princess more than once, in the terrain Cora had promised him, yet he couldn't bring himself to approach her.   When memories of his sister got to be too much he'd attempt it, but he never quite could.  Until this day, when the memories were too much.  He approached her loudly, hoping to ensure she heard him coming,  something he was never sure his sisters were forded.  He slid next to her, staring out at the oceans.

"You seem lost . . . ihe man offered gently before continuing, in a way a princess should never be."

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I believe, I do

Jefferson has just returned.   From wonderland.  He'd been able to secure protection for he and Grace, thanks to the Blue Fairy, but a nagging suspicion wouldn't go away.  He;d experienced Cora in ALL her glory.  He couldn't imagine the terror Regina had faced when younger . . . the level of control Cora could've exerted against her.  It was THAT concept, that Cora had committed the most grevious sin against one of her children, that lead to his decision.

"I believe.  I do.  And I need you to be here for me now.  As you weren't then"  Jefferson called out . .  to the fairies who'd never bothered to answer his prayers when he was younger.  "Show yourselves, or prove to be the cowards you claim not to be"